Anliya presented her credentials and led Chen Feng inside.

This was a laboratory dedicated to pharmaceutics. Chen Feng had spent some time in Elder Yi’s experiments previously, so he recognized some of the equipment.

“You’ve arrived!” An old man was hunched over, meticulously mixing a potion.

Most Light-elemental mages on this continent were involved in the apothecary trade. Light magic didn't possess strong offensive power, but it excelled in healing. Pharmacy was another method for recovery and restoring vitality. While the two professions diverged, they were also interconnected; thus, most powerful Light-elemental Archmages were formidable apothecaries.

“And this is…?” The old man paused his work, looked up, and saw Chen Feng behind Anliya, asking with a hint of confusion.

“This is my friend; he just wanted to take a look!” Anliya quickly explained.

“Oh…” A sharp glint flashed in the old man’s eyes. He turned to Anliya and said, “Anliya, would you mind stepping out for a moment? I wish to speak with your friend privately.”

The moment Magister Fei Yu uttered these words, not only was Anliya startled, but Chen Feng secretly clenched his fists, his internal Domain poised to unleash at any second.

“I…” Anliya looked at Chen Feng hesitantly. Seeing him nod once, she stepped out, her heart pounding nervously.

“Don’t be tense. I mean no harm!” Magister Fei Yu smiled at Chen Feng after Anliya left. “To reach the Dou Zun level at such a young age—truly awe-inspiring!”

“You know who I am?” Chen Feng, ready for combat, asked coldly.

“Heh heh. With the sheer density of killing intent you exude the moment you arrived, if I couldn't guess, I’d truly have wasted all these years!” Magister Fei Yu chuckled and gestured toward a nearby seat. “Please, have a seat.”

Magister Fei Yu’s eyes were filled with kindness, and a faint, sacred light emanated from his body, instilling an immediate sense of trust. This was an involuntary emission from his long cultivation of Light magic, completely unforced.

Chen Feng sat down, but his spirit remained highly alert. The man before him was a Level Seven Magister. Although Light magic lacked raw attack power, his rank spoke volumes. In a direct confrontation, Chen Feng knew he stood no chance.

“I know why you’ve come. You’re worried about my Great Prophecy Technique, aren’t you?” Magister Fei Yu said with a smile.

Hearing this felt as if layers of disguise had been stripped away from Chen Feng. His pupils contracted sharply, and the surge of internal energy, momentarily uncontrollable, blasted the chair beneath him into splinters.

Magister Fei Yu waved his hand, and a cage of sacred light enveloped Chen Feng. Contacting this light made Chen Feng feel profoundly comfortable, as if submerged in a hot spring—warm and soothing, quickly inducing drowsiness. His recent tension vanished instantly.

“What are you doing?” Chen Feng immediately sensed something was amiss, and a burst of flame erupted from his body with a whoosh.

“Heh heh, I was just telling you not to be too tense. That spell was merely to dispel your nervousness,” Magister Fei Yu explained.

“Just say what you need to say quickly,” Chen Feng, unwilling to play games, stated.

“I know you and that girl from the Phoenix Clan have been staying within the academy. However, I have not reported it to the school, so you should rest assured I bear you no ill will,” Magister Fei Yu said.

“The Dean is still in a coma; it will take at least the day after tomorrow for him to wake. Him not having decided how to handle you, for the Dean of Academic Affairs to jump to conclusions is certainly questionable.”

“Tianfeng Academy is the guardian of this continent and originally had no ties to the Phoenix Clan. I do not wish for conflict to arise between you and us, so naturally, I will not trouble you!” Magister Fei Yu clarified.

Only then did Chen Feng relax upon hearing this. The man misunderstood him as someone purely aligned with the Phoenix Clan, meaning he wasn't omniscient. His earlier tension stemmed from his dislike of feeling completely seen through; now that he realized the Magister’s conclusions were mere guesses, he felt at ease.

Seeing Chen Feng’s expression soften, Magister Fei Yu assumed he had taken the words to heart and continued with a smile, “That Phoenix Clan girl—her injuries were severe. But seeing how unconcerned you look, I assume she has already received healing?”

“That’s right. The Phoenix Clan’s Nirvana Rebirth Art, a High-tier Heavenly Art, is practically an immortal technique. Even with grave injuries, she can fully utilize the power of flames to be reborn. My worry was excessive,” Magister Fei Yu murmured self-deprecatingly.

“High-tier Heavenly Art? Nirvana Rebirth Art?” Chen Feng was thoroughly shocked, muttering internally. A High-tier Heavenly Dou Technique was equivalent to Orochi’s Sunlight Hazing… He hadn't expected this world to harbor such devastating fighting skills.

Since learning the KOF techniques, Chen Feng had consistently defeated higher-level opponents, and as his cultivation rose, he had incrementally validated the power and sheer perversion of the KOF skills. However, two months ago, after his Overheave and Lingfeng’s Flame Wave Wing canceled each other out, he knew that the powerful Dou Techniques of this world absolutely wouldn't be inferior to his KOF skills; some advanced techniques might even surpass them.

Take Lingfeng’s “Phoenix Dance of Nine Heavens,” a Mid-tier Heavenly Dou Technique. Such a skill was surely on par with Black Particle energy. Perhaps even using Black Particle energy, he’d only just manage to contend with her.

But he couldn't unleash Black Particle energy right now. His highest known technique was only at the level of High-tier Earth Dou Techniques, like Orochi’s Chi and Yata no Kagami. It seemed that even if he were on the same general power tier as Lingfeng, due to the difference in techniques, he still wouldn't be a match for her.

It was precisely because he understood this that hearing about a High-tier Heavenly Art now filled him with terror.

He needed to find a way to comprehend the ultimate final battle aura style. Musou no Shiki was Kyo’s divine technique, likely on the same level as Black Particle energy, qualifying it as a Mid-tier Heavenly Dou Technique.

Magister Fei Yu had no idea that his casual mention of a High-tier Heavenly Art had instilled such a severe sense of crisis in Chen Feng.

“However, she seems fine. I observe that your own condition is not ideal,” Magister Fei Yu continued. “You’ve just advanced to Dou Zun; the energy within your body hasn't fully settled. Frankly, you are utterly unfit for combat right now. When one reaches the Dou Zun rank, the energy undergoes transformation, and you gain preliminary mastery over Domain power. Engaging in battle before fully controlling that power will inevitably lead to significant internal injuries!”

Only then did Chen Feng understand. Why hadn't his injuries healed even with the Divine Race’s Immortality Art? It was because his realm hadn't solidified, and fighting while in that transitional state had caused excessive harm.

But… why did the slight fusion between his Dragon Flame bloodline and Lingfeng’s blood instantly eliminate that damage?

What exactly transpired within him and Lingfeng?

“I can cast a Light magic spell for you; it would benefit you somewhat,” Magister Fei Yu offered kindly.

“No need; I’m not injured,” Chen Feng replied.

Magister Fei Yu sighed when Chen Feng’s response was lukewarm. “I know you might misunderstand our academy, but… ah, forget it. I will not divulge your whereabouts, but I sincerely hope you do not cause trouble for the teachers here!”

This statement was clearly a negotiation, and Chen Feng understood it perfectly. He shot Magister Fei Yu a cold sneer and declared, “Those who seek to kill me, I will certainly kill them!”

Saying this, he stopped paying the old man any mind and walked out.

“Those who seek to kill me, I will certainly kill them?” Magister Fei Yu repeated the phrase, filled with contemplation.

While the statement sounded overwhelmingly dominant, it actually contained a deep layer of helplessness. ‘Those who seek to kill me, I will certainly kill them’—it seemed killing wasn't his preference, but a course forced by necessity!

“Teacher…” Anliya walked in from outside. “Chen Feng… where is he?”

“Chen Feng? So his name is Chen Feng. He has left,” Magister Fei Yu replied.

Seeing that no conflict had erupted between the two, a smile graced Anliya’s face. Suddenly, she bowed deeply and said, “Thank you, Teacher!” Then she turned and left.

Her life was still in the Magister’s hands; it was best if the Teacher and Chen Feng did not clash.

Although Chen Feng had controlled her using flames, she didn't truly resent him. This wasn't because he had found her lost pendant, nor was it because of the embrace that had stirred her; it was because she… was soft-hearted.

Derek had pestered her for so long, and she still hadn't managed a firm rejection, also due to her soft nature. When Chen Feng was unconscious in the fifteenth underground level, she hadn't killed him, again because of her inherent softness.

Whether this trait was good or bad for her was genuinely hard to define.

Sighing, Anliya stepped out the door but found no trace of Chen Feng. After a moment's thought, she turned and headed toward the library.

If Lingfeng was there, Chen Feng would at least return there.

………………………………………………………………………… Chen Feng walked alone across the campus, pondering the recent encounter.

He had intended to kill Fei Yu upon arrival, but upon meeting, he realized he had been recognized. Direct confrontation was impossible, and the chance for a sneak attack was gone. Furthermore, the Magister bore no ill will, so fighting was unnecessary.

The current Chen Feng was no longer the impulsive, violent youth easily swayed by the Dark Vortex. Most actions now required prior consideration. The only reason he had killed those two who ambushed Lingfeng this morning without a second thought was that he recognized they intended to self-detonate!

If he had hesitated even slightly then, the power of their explosion might have reduced him to shreds!

The thought that a dignified academy would resort to ambush and self-detonation in a mere sparring match ignited intense anger within Chen Feng.

“They will pay the price!” Chen Feng muttered, turning to head in another direction. As he walked, a clear voice suddenly resonated in his mind.

“Boss, I’m not dead…”

Hearing this sound, Chen Feng seemed struck by lightning, freezing instantly on the spot. The expression on his face immediately became extraordinarily complex.

ps: More tonight… around 9 PM… Also: Who does this voice belong to? Can you guess, hahaha… (To be continued. For future developments, please log on to www**com for more chapters, supporting the author and legitimate reading!) First release